Lyrics Imitate Me - Pagan

Imitate Me

Come on
Let it go
Forget you wrote
In your black book full of things
Like a stain
On the sheets
Where you lie
This bed needs
To be aired
Like your laundry you try to hide
Let it go
Forget you wrote
In your black book you can write
The, worst, curse
Come on, replicate me
Because it’s the
Because it’s the highest form of flattery
Imitate, imitate me
Imitate, imitate me oh!
Come on
Let it go
Forget you wrote
In your black book full of saints
(Saints live on these)
Write the
(On these pretty pages)
Worst curse
(There are holy figures)
Write the
(With crossed out eyes)
Worst curse
(I saw a vision of Jesus)
Write the
(With a woman’s face)
Worst curse
(Such a perfect self-portrait)
An expression of self-hate
Write, the, worst, curse
Come on, replicate me
Because it’s the
Because it’s the highest form of flattery
Imitate, imitate me
Imitate, imitate me
Imitate, imitate me
Imitate, imitate me